Tribute Playlist: Moby - "Hotel Intro" Moby - "God Moving Over The Face Of The Waters" Philip Glass - "Koyaanisqatsi" Moby - "Down Slow" Tori Amos - "Toast" Moby - "My Weakness" Tori Amos "Toast" Lyrics: I thought it was Easter time The way the light rose Rose that morning Lately you've been on my mind You showed me the rope Ropes to climb Over mountains And to pull myself Out of a landslide Of a landslide I thought it was harvest time You always loved the smell of the wood burning She with her honey hair Dalhousie Castle She would meet you there In the winter Butter yellow The flames you stirred Yes, you could stir I raise a glass Make a toast A toast in your honor I hear you laugh And beg me not to dance On your right standing by Is Mr. Bojangles With a toast he's telling me it's time To raise a glass Make a toast A toast in your honor I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance On your right standing is Mr. Bojangles With a toast he's telling me it's time To let you go Let you go I thought I'd see you again You said you might do Maybe in a carving In a cathedral Somewhere in Barcelona 4.9.07 : sad Avoid it when it's most painful. I think it's what I do best. But just exactly how do you repress a year's worth of grief. How do you remember and honor a friend that's been nothing more than a memory. So much more than a memory. Nothing real to touch. It's the memory of the touch. No skin of the hand that pulled you in for those comfort-laced hugs. No sounds of the one-and-only laughter. I can hear that laugh. Her laugh. But it's been nothing more than strips of tape pulled from the recorder that's housed in my head. I'm selfish. I want more than memories and a chest full of love. 4.9.07 : silent I know that you know. Why I'm having such a hard time saying anything to you. I feel like my voice is broken. So all I can do is write my message on a piece of paper. And set it on the corner of my desk and wait for you to come by and read it. 4.10.07 : stunned And I don't know what the hell just happened during this